The frustration, the heartbreak, and the anger Solenne had buried for days—everything exploded at once.
Clutching the side of her swollen, burning face, she forced herself to her feet.
Her voice was sharp, nearly shrieking. People had begun gathering nearby, drawn by the commotion.
They heard her clearly. She said she was breaking up with Rockwell.
But wasn’t he supposed to be… her future brother-in-law?
A brief, heavy silence settled in the air.
Every pair of eyes turned to Rockwell—each gaze shifting with something unspoken, something uneasy.
For a moment, Rockwell looked uncomfortable. But then he looked at Chesca, her pale face and bruised cheek, and without saying another word, he walked away with her.
He didn’t want her face to scar.
He still left.
Solenne watched his back as he disappeared down the hall. Her lips curled in disbelief, her body shaking uncontrollably.
‘That’s the man I’ve loved for so many years…’
Suddenly, her stomach twisted with nausea. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and then she felt it—warm liquid running down her legs.
She was bleeding.
The pain hit like a knife; her face went white.
‘I-I’m losing the baby…’